Flying high in the sky is a dream-filled balloon
Shining brightly with sequins and streamers—
It beckons to those disenchanted with life—
Calling out to the young and the dreamers!
They imagine a magical world filled with LOVE
Where they’ll never be worried or stressed
Just to do what they please— what feels good to them
With each notion and desire, simply blessed.
FREEDOM—followers think it’s in the balloon
A world with no limits or restraint
If everyone’s free to do whatever they please
How could anyone have a complaint?
And JOY—surely it’s filled with great joy
With no oppressive laws and no restrictions—
Reproductive rights, no gender distinctions
No borders and no moral contradictions!
They’ve been told that it’s a panacea
And they search for it, far and wide
But they haven’t had a revelation
Of what they will find on the INside!
Alas the balloon with it’s shimmer and shine
(Leading dreamers to march, scheme, and shed tears)
Doesn’t really contain what they so want to find
The contents will just fuel their fears
Love can’t be manufactured — tolerance isn’t love
Besides, tolerance is a major two way street
You can’t expect tolerance to be poured out on you
If you don’t dispense it on everyone you meet!
If love is reserved for one’s own kind, it lays the foundation for HATE!
History has shown, through millennia of time
That freedom’s never free—it has a price to pay
Lawless societies are most certainly doomed
There have to be boundaries—it’s the only way
Anarchy
True JOY is a sought after feeling
It agrees with who you REALLY are
Most elusive of all human yearnings
Our conscience is joys’ guiding star!
If we reason away what our conscience cries out, JOY can not rest in our heart!
So let’s look inside this balloon
Find just what is lurking in there—
Not freedom, not love, not joy
But a lot of really hot air!
Sent up by those with agendas galore
Your future is not their concern
Their goal is ruling, destroying your world
And watching as your bridges burn.
Love, freedom and joy as promised
Are ethereal and tenuous, my friend
Hate, oppression and angst —-
Are the final products in the end
So what is the answer,
What is the cure?
Believe it or not
The answer is sure!
Look up in the sky, but not for a balloon
Look up to the Lord, who is coming back soon
Love is His mantra, freedom His cry
Joy is His blessing, just give Him a try!
He created you, He knows your every thought
He knows when you’re happy— knows when you’re not
He’ll heal every wound, hold you close to His heart
Give you love, joy and freedom—and that’s just a start!
You see— your hope and your future IS His concern
Just melt into His loving Daddy arms
No more disenchanted, merely hopefully dreaming—
But at peace — set free from all fears and alarms!
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